Goodbye

Dear Readers,

I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I am here at the moment but gone at the same time. To see what I have achieved over the course of one year has left me amazed but now I need to go away for a while. I love writing…. I really do but sometimes you give up doing things that you love the most. For some time now I haven’t been able to write much (as some of you might have noticed) and I haven’t been posting on a regular basis. Every time an idea spurts into my head I quickly grab my pen to start writing but the problem is that at the very next moment I stop because it feel its incomplete. And incomplete is how I feel right now.

I need some time, and maybe I will be back with something worth sharing.

Love, Zovi 💕

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Masterpiece

Under the dark blue starry night,
lays a beautiful masterpiece.

The prints of blue and black
crescents across the portrait.

It hangs alone in the silence of the night
waiting to see if the colors will ever fade.

A Drop Of Danger

Her eyes glistened with tears,
so brave yet so afraid.

Hurt is an understatement,
thank you for showing her that.

Her trembling lips cry out loud,
all she wants is an escape from them.

They tried to sell her soul to the devil,
they left her alone to drown in her pain.

Strange

Its strange,
how I cover up my scars
that he carved.

Its strange,
how I am silent
when I want to shout.

Red

All she saw was red,
as she fell in the dark blue sea.

They called out for her
but the sea’s calling was louder.

What have they done to me?
Her voice echoed into oblivion.

People Change, Memories Don’t.

I hate you for leaving me,
I hate you for not telling me why.

As the night darkened,
and the monsters under my bed increased
I saw you with them.

I am afraid, for the things you’ve done.
I am afraid, of who you’ve become.

My Voice

How do I get these words to flow?

How do I bring these words to life?

Everything seems to be bottled up inside my head,

suffocating me by each passing moment.

It’s at the tip of my tongue,

the words you want to hear

but not the words I wish to say.

His Daughter

He has a young daughter,
so innocent and so naive.
Loves her endlessly,
but never does he express.

As the time passed the little girl
grew up and built up her walls.
For one event had changed
his boundless love for her.

He started questioning her,
and taunting her for her mistakes.
It broke her heart,
so she cried and cried.

One Mirror. One Body. Thousand Reflections.

Good evening everyone! Hope you all are having a great day. Today I have a question for you, “Who do you see when you look in the mirror?”

Do you see yourself or do you see someone you pretend to be? Do you see your present, reflect the past you lived or see the future you will have? Or are you afraid to look deep enough to see the demons you hide in your eyes because when I look at myself I smile. I smile looking at myself in the present. I smile at my demons, not afraid of their power but then I stop and see how I’ve changed since my  childhood to my teenage years.

The Jester

I went on stage,
to perform the greatest illusion.
I went on stage,
but I was in a mental confusion.

I turned diamonds into dust,
I turned my breath into fire.
Made my audience dazzled,
and made the crowds thunder.

I cut my skin,
and made the wounds disappear.
I lied to my kin,
and yet I, they endear.